This is a song about "Late 1800 medical practices"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Gotta change now before its way too late

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Let em marinate, you forever late

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

The legal medical got me savoring each and every chew

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Heavens door, but i am just too late

They fasting they won't leave me ate

So much hate know it's too late

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Here to give you, a medical bill, plan to spit chemical spill

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Oh girl, i think it's getting late